Hey, everyone! Just got a lovely letter / gift from Cora in New Zealand who is a pen-pal of sorts. If you haven’t checked her out, please do so, lots of cool stuff on there. A few hours out from heading up to St. Augustine to do the MS 150, a bike ride charity event for multiple sclerosis. Two days, 150 miles by bicycle (~75 miles a day). Wish me luck, and hopefully I don’t kill myself, hahaha. Well, later all, signing out for now.
Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and Wikipedia form somewhat of the backbone of social communication, information and idea exchange for the internet. Sure there are other social networks and resources, even up and coming ones (I’m looking at you google +), but those (are, for the sake of argument) can…
I have thought about this before, especially on whispers of the government trying to clamp down on internet restrictions / regulation. Well, hopefully, the philosophy of free information and communications started by the internet prevail.
Not distinctly as bad as everyone said it would be, experience on whole was probably not good or bad, but simply was (albeit, it was weird and fascinating as all hell). Whole experience was prompted by late nights with buy one get one free Wal Tussin with little better to do. Downing the 40 gels or about 600 mg of Dextromorphan was probably not terribly wise for first time on DXM, although not the first roundabout with hallucinogens (first time with a dissociative despite an acid trip with pretty strong dissociative properties). The onset nausea that most complain of was not at all substainal, but I attribtue that to gels as opposed to drinking a bottle of cough syrup. One of the first real cues something was up was a fragmentation of experience. Visuals and audio became choppy and percieved as if in frames. Indeed, speech became experienced a singular event occuring instantaneously as opposed to a string of words which become ideas and sentences. Further dulling of the sense occured until I realized, to minor alarm at the time, that all surroundings morphed into a uniformly gray abyss. I became distinctly aware that I could no longer perceive my familiar body load. The heart no longer beat, air was not felt rushing in and out, and blood no longer exerted the peculiar pressure on my veins, vessels, and arteries. All perception of my body had melted, it seemed. The reptilian brain had been silenced and I was left as a floating consciousness without a “meat house”. Voices which were deeply spiritual came in and out, blabbering largely nonsensical gibberish which was completely foreign sounding to me, yet it remained somehow significant in the altered state. Many moments of eternity were felt, as time tends to go to hell without a body with dying and birthing cells ticking about marking what is otherwise an inevitable elapse. The mind is a wayward thing without a body to tether it down. The whole experiece was odd, and as stated earlier, neither unpleasant or pleasant. The day after was only significant in the lethargy I felt and this dreamlike quality to it, not wholly unlike that of Lysergic acid Diethylamide. The experience was not nightmarish or anything of that sort, which I am sure has become the normal account from those who have tussled with the tussin. All in all, dissociatives have definitely piqued my interest; although I would probably like to try ketamine (assuming I can find it) next time. Venture onward, fellow pyschonauts, and until next time.
Scientists at the Penn State College of Medicine said this week they have discovered a virus that is capable of killing all types of breast cancer “within seven days” of first introduction in a laboratory setting.
The virus, known as adeno-associated virus type 2 (AAV2), is naturally occurring and carried by up to 80 percent of humans, but it does not cause any disease.
Researchers learned of its cancer-killing properties in 2005, after Penn State scientists observed it killing cervical cancer cells. They also found that women who carried the AAV2 virus and human papillomavirus (HPV), which causes cervical cancer, had a lower propensity to develop cervical cancer.
When combined in a lab recently, AAV2 eradicated all the breast cancer cells “within seven days,” according to researchers. Better still, it proved capable of wiping out cancer cells at multiple stages, negating the need for differing treatments used today.
“If we can determine which viral genes are being used, we may be able to introduce those genes into a [therapy],” explained Penn State research associate Samina Alam. “If we can determine which pathways the virus is triggering, we can then screen new drugs that target those pathways. Or we may simply be able to use the virus itself.”
“Once the Libyans realize what the Iraqis and Afghans have bitterly discovered—that we have no interest in democracy, that our primary goal is appropriating their natural resources as cheaply as possible and that we will sacrifice large numbers of people to maintain our divine right to the world’s diminishing supply of fossil fuel—they will hate us the way we deserve to be hated. Libya has the ninth largest oil reserves in the world, which is why we react with moral outrage and military resolve when Gadhafi attacks his citizens, but ignore the nightmare in the Congo, where things for the average Congolese are far, far worse. It is why the puppets in the National Transitional Council have promised to oust China and Brazil from the Libyan oil fields and turn them over to Western companies. The unequivocal message we deliver daily through huge explosions and death across the occupied Middle East is: We have everything and if you try and take it away from us we will kill you. History is replete with conquering forces being cheered when they arrive, whether during the Nazi occupation of the Ukraine in World War II, the Israeli occupation of southern Lebanon or our own arrival in Baghdad, and then rapidly mutating from liberator to despised enemy. And once our seizure of Libyan oil becomes clear it will only ramp up the jihadist hatred for America that has spread like wildfire across the Middle East. We are recruiting the next generation of 9/11 hijackers, all waiting for their chance to do to us what we are doing to them.”—Chris Hedges (via azspot)
“A philosopher, which is what I am supposed to be, is a sort of intellectual yokel who gapes and stares at what sensible people take for granted, a person who cannot get rid of the feeling that the barest facts of everyday life are unbelievably odd. As Aristotle put it, the beginning of philosophy is wonder.”—Alan Watts (via nomindallthought)